ANDREW: I'm cleaning my room
and ordering my shoes
(I'm doing it for you)
from red to black to blue.

I'm waking up before the dawn
and falling on my knees
in a room that's oh-so-clean.
(Now do the dishes, son.)

I'm washing the forks and the floor
'cause I can't scrub my soul
though the bleach bore to my bone
it won't reach the catacombs

where I buried all my virgins and my saints.

So don't let me back in
'til I can be your friend
the most singular of men
who is what he seems and seems what he is.

I'm gettin' my affairs in order.
I've got guards round all the borders
and a jar of laundry quarters
and corpses in the courtyard

to scare the child in me,
the one with A.D.D.,
who's only seventeen
and seen some things no grown man should see.

Brother, have you ever felt like three-in-one?
The one that did, the one that does, the one that shouldn't have done?
And if so, have you found a manual for becoming whole?
Can you read it slow?

Fearing death, disease
I touch, I taste the light and sneeze
my flesh on fire, fever fixing burning brows to burning bushes.
There's some demons grown men groan to see,
believe the bright-red blisters
fickle-feet are forming warming
on the ground that shifting. Sifted
through my room and found
a box of Yuengling,
toasted life and now I'm singing,
knee-deep in the froath and the foam I am exposed to
every gorgeous gull pecking out my cliff-face soul
into a coffin for their offspring
singing: "Wisdom is not to know."

NEIGHBORS: Boy, get up!
ANDREW: What?
N: We think you had a heart-attack!
A: Impossible, see, I was just, uh-
N: How many fingers are we holding up?
A: [pause] Three?
N: Four! Can't you kids keep away from drugs?
A: [taking offense] I was just dreaming!
N: [skeptical] Mhm.
A: Or possibly the subject of a vision, or a Marian apparition!
N: Sounds like drugs.
A: Well it's my condition. But I swear I saw Heaven open up! And furthermore-
N: We've heard this one before, the one where your eyes see the glory of the coming of the Lord.

Enter God.
Exit God.

A: Yep, that was it. In incomparable cool he sits on ideal geometric shapes and into the ground he spits fire, healing water, blood, the love and life of a Father-
N: [interrupting] Look, have you got some place to be?
A: And he said to me-
BOTH: Son!
N: We've got things to do besides listen to you.
A: I am your judge,
N: the one that you ignore
A: present in the present
N: and at the end of the world.
A: How'd you guys know?
N: We've got a lot in common
us and the Lord
equally abused
equally ignored
making minimum wage
at the grocery store
watching you live one life
while you pretend your living more.
BOTH: Oh.